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Mary Goore smelt like stale beer and cigarette smoke. Probably hadn’t showered in a week and looked like he slept in his car. With cocky arrogance, he leaned in too close as we walked across the car park. Grabbing hold of my wrist to pull my body into his. Snaking his hand around my hip as he backed me up against the door of his car. Smirking when I offered no resistance to his advances. It wasn't like I hadn't spent the last few hours getting drunk and flirting with him. Reminiscing over the good old days. Before he finally offered to take me back to my hotel. The invite loaded with intent.
It was a friend's wedding that brought me back to my old hometown for the weekend. I'd caught up with a few friends from college for drinks the night before the big day. We ended up in the same pub we used to go to. Laughing about how the place hadn't changed at all. Friday night was still rock night and there were still some familiar, albeit older, faces sitting by the bar. There was the usual awful band jammed into the corner, playing so loud it was impossible to hear anyone speak. And of course, Mary stood there with his guitar screaming into the microphone.
Mary looked like the last 15 years never happened. Still the same idiot you took home to spite your parents. The black guitar was the same one that sat in the corner of his bedroom at his parent's house. His clothes and boots looked like they were probably what he wore back then too. There were more tattoos on his arms and he'd cut his hair. But he still had the same soulful eyes and wicked smile when he caught me staring at him from across the room. I hated to admit it, but he looked good. Reminding me of a time when life was fun and easy. When all I needed were dangerous boys with leather jackets and guitars. We dated briefly in the summer when we were 18. Working together in the same job before spending hazy summer evenings making out in the backseat of his car. Before I left for university and never came back.
‘You want this,’ he whispered. Voice low against my ear and dragging me back into the moment. Sending a surge of desire right through me. It was a statement, not a question. His eyes hungrily roamed over my body as he bit his lip. Fingers pressing harder into my hip as I pushed my body up against him. Rolling my hips into him to silently say what I wanted.
‘I wanna hear you say it.’ He smirked against my ear. Breath warm as his lips hung tantalisingly close to my skin.
After being single for too long, the weight of his body against mine made my head spin. Knowing that he wanted me, the hunger and desire pouring off him as he pinned me into place lit a fire inside me. Flooding my senses, making my thoughts scatter.
‘Please.’ I begged, my face inching closer to his.
What I intended to be sexy, cool, and confident came out as the most pathetic little whimper. Although it had the desired effect. He groaned as his lips finally collided with my own. Mouth hard and hungry as he nipped my bottom lip between his Swiping his tongue over mine. His hand flew to my hair, pulling my face impossibly closer into his. While his other hand tugged my waist tighter against him. Snaking up the back of my shirt and palming over the bare skin of my back.
My hands were in his hair and scratching the back of his neck as I tried to draw him in closer. The tension already rising deep inside me. I needed more, to feel his rough fingertips sinking into my skin. My nails clamoured over his back. Sliding down into his jeans pocket and fumbling with his car keys. Just about managing to unlock the stupid thing. He smiled against my lips when he heard the car open.
‘Backseat’ he murmured. Loosening his grip on my hair to pull the handle behind me.
Quick work was made of climbing into the back. As soon as the door slammed closed, we were on each other. Lips collided as I raked my fingers through his hair, clawing against his scalp and he dragged me into his lap. Both of us were too desperate to think straight about how ridiculously cramped the space was.
Mary's warm palm slipped underneath my top. Deft fingers pulling down my bra before rolling over my nipple. Making me groan into our kiss as the heat pooled between my thighs. His hungry mouth trailed down my neck as he danced his fingers across to my other breast. Shoving the fabric of my bra out of his way as he teased his thumb over the nipple.
‘You like that’ He whispered into the crook of my neck.
I mentally cursed his arrogance. Knowing exactly what he did to me. Feeling the way that the bud hardened under his touch. How my body writhed against his, and pathetic little whines and moans tumbled from my lips. He nipped his teeth against the crook of my neck before kissing along my collar bone. Fumbling with the button on my jeans before finally managing to unfasten it and sliding down the zip.
‘Sit up a bit’ Mary whispered as he tried and failed to slide his hand under the fabric.
A few awkward moments passed as I lifted myself from his lap long enough to yank my jeans down. Before he pulled me back towards him. Staring into my eyes as he brought his lips back over mine. His hand slid under my knickers, beginning to tentatively explore with delicate touches. His touch was electric, already sending tiny shockwaves through me. Gasping against his mouth as his fingers softly parted me. Gliding one, then two fingers deep inside me. Both of us groaned as he began to curl them up against my walls. Searching my clit with his thumb before rubbing rough circles over it.
‘You feel so good.’ He murmured, his voice surprisingly shaky. ‘Really wanna fuck you.’
The combination of his touch and words had my body thrumming and tension coiling inside me. Making it impossible to focus on anything other than the way he coaxed me ever closer to that edge as he roughly pressed his lips over mine. The release took me by surprise. Fast, sudden and overwhelming as violent waves of white heat washed over me. Groaning into our kiss as he swallowed every sound I made. His hand continued its delicious torture right through until my body finally stilled.
‘Fuck,’ I sighed, head slumping against his shoulder. Mary's arrogant smirk returned as he withdrew his hand. Rubbing aimless circles over my back as I caught my breath. His breath hitching in the back of his throat when I dragged my nails over his crotch.
There was another awkward fumble as I tugged my knickers and jeans down to my ankles before trying to lie on my back. Somehow managing it without kicking Mary in the face. He unbuckled his own jeans and yanked them down, before settling in between my thighs. Gasping as he trailed his swollen tip over my entrance. Breathing growing shaky as he teased back and forth, showing an infuriating level of restraint.
‘Been thinking about this all night,’ he grunted as his lips dragged down my neck. I whined, ashamed at just how much my body burned under his praise. He shoved my shirt up and wrapped his lips around my nipple. Lapping his tongue over it as my hips arched up into his. He groaned against my chest while still maddeningly holding back from what we both so desperately wanted.
‘God, Mary, please,’ I groaned. Nails sinking into his back and hips as I desperately sought out some friction.
‘Wanna hear you say it,' he rasped. Teeth grazing over my nipple. Short circuiting everything inside me.
‘Fuck me,’ I whined. Beyond caring about anything other than how much I needed him inside me. Breathless incoherent sounds tumbled from my lips as Mary lined himself up with my core. Sinking into me with one deft thrust of his hips as he groaned into my skin. The sound tightening the already wound spring inside me. He waited for a moment before withdrawing and sinking back in. Pulling my leg up to allow him to bottom out inside me.
It was all too much. Already feeling myself careering towards the edge with each roll of my hips. Walls quivering around him as his movements grew more erratic. His lips dragged aimlessly over skin as he groaned into the crook of my neck.
‘Gonna come for me.’ He rasped. A command rather than a question. His hand snaked between our bodies, seeking out my clit and rolling it between his fingers as it pulsed under his touch. Setting off a chain reaction inside me. Back arching off the seat as my mouth fell open in a strangled moan. Walls tightened around him as another orgasm shot through my body. Through the haze, I felt his hips stutter into mine as he hissed a flurry of obscenities into my skin.
We lay still for a few moments. Not making any sound apart from deep, heavy breaths. White noise still rang in my ears as my brain swarmed. I was drunk and needed to get up early tomorrow but I was lying in the backseat of my ex-boyfriend's car with my pants round my ankles and his dick inside me. What was I even doing?!
It felt good though. As much as I hated to admit it. The heavy weight of his body sprawled out over mine. The satisfied ache between my thighs and the warm afterglow sweeping over me. He knew his way around my body, what buttons to press to make me feel good. Although I didn't want to know how many others he had fucked on his backseat.
‘You good?’ He asked, eyes staring down into mine. The arrogant smirk was gone. Replaced by something untraceable.
I nodded. ‘I need to go Mary, I'm meant to be up early tomorrow to get my hair done.’
He climbed up off me. Sitting up on the seat as I pulled my jeans back up. Watching as he fastened his belt once more.
‘Was fun tonight,’ he smiled as he opened the car door. Climbing out before holding it open for me. I didn't reply as I followed him out. Not sure what I even could say at that moment.
‘Still want me to walk you back to your hotel?’ He asked as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
‘Sure,’ I smiled. Shaking my head as he offered me one of his smokes. ‘I'd like that.’